Dream Eater
It was all a dream in deep Theta, me as a key player not C Major
I mean me raising the stakes up, and you can pay three and buy yourself some Bapestas
I'm Skateboard P with some gangsta and an ace under my sleeve
I remember tall tees and Girbaud jeans, before CD's lost steam and they became streams of thought
Leaking out, nowadays everybody speaking out about shit they don't know anything about, wow
Haters talking tough sit that ass down, look at the numbers I put on the board last round
I passed out on a flight to Glasgow I'm a cash cow, your boy is the man now
I done growed up, glowed up, what can I say, don't play I see it all like the NSA
I can spot a fake from a city away, don't come 'round me, only real ones 'round me
(Wake up, wake up)
(Wake up, wake up)
It was good while it lasted, sometimes I drift wake up and miss that shit
My soul aches in your absence, hard to breath like anaphylaxis
Starting to believe I'm stuck in a bad trip, starting to believe I can't believe what its coming to
When it all falls down who're you running to, hopefully not the same ones that punish you
Hopefully not the same ones you're running from, you're a sucker for pain, sucker for love
Masochist with an added pinch of mystery, deeper than the Vatican, I can't fathom all its density
Giving me mixed signs don't go well with my propensity for, going, going, going back and forth
Sweet dreams are made of these things, I'd consumer whatever you bring
Obscene or pristine, this world's obscene and pristine now
Daydreams are made of these things, I'd consumer whatever you bring
Obscene or pristine, this world's obscene and pristine now
The world's ending baby I know, If the world's ending, we've got to go
Is the world ending? I don't know, but we can't go back to what it was before
The world's ending baby I know, If the world's ending, we've got to go
Is the world ending? I don't know, but we can't go back to what it was before
I mean me raising the stakes up, and you can pay three and buy yourself some Bapestas
I'm Skateboard P with some gangsta and an ace under my sleeve
I remember tall tees and Girbaud jeans, before CD's lost steam and they became streams of thought
Leaking out, nowadays everybody speaking out about shit they don't know anything about, wow
Haters talking tough sit that ass down, look at the numbers I put on the board last round
I passed out on a flight to Glasgow I'm a cash cow, your boy is the man now
I done growed up, glowed up, what can I say, don't play I see it all like the NSA
I can spot a fake from a city away, don't come 'round me, only real ones 'round me
(Wake up, wake up)
(Wake up, wake up)
It was good while it lasted, sometimes I drift wake up and miss that shit
My soul aches in your absence, hard to breath like anaphylaxis
Starting to believe I'm stuck in a bad trip, starting to believe I can't believe what its coming to
When it all falls down who're you running to, hopefully not the same ones that punish you
Hopefully not the same ones you're running from, you're a sucker for pain, sucker for love
Masochist with an added pinch of mystery, deeper than the Vatican, I can't fathom all its density
Giving me mixed signs don't go well with my propensity for, going, going, going back and forth
Sweet dreams are made of these things, I'd consumer whatever you bring
Obscene or pristine, this world's obscene and pristine now
Daydreams are made of these things, I'd consumer whatever you bring
Obscene or pristine, this world's obscene and pristine now
The world's ending baby I know, If the world's ending, we've got to go
Is the world ending? I don't know, but we can't go back to what it was before
The world's ending baby I know, If the world's ending, we've got to go
Is the world ending? I don't know, but we can't go back to what it was before
Credits
Writer(s): Darrien Watson
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